Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1887-03-20

L must secure three or four outre things
as a stock In trade to start With. L looked
N my purse. My cash assets amounted
to 81 81. determined to lay out this
sum as follows:
Pretzels and beer five days at &c. per
diem Observation-Disclosures. 90
One scarlet neckJie. .......... ........... so
One single eyeglas, with carriages. go. &c
One small stick India ink to produce lines
of thought about the eyes ............. lO
one small STICK white cosm clique to pro-
duce eject OF premature grayness.... Is
IOlhI. ss.s........sss.,.....Sl 81
Shakespearean for hangers" Just a.
Changers" is aesthetic for ''guard chain"
This adjustment Of my revenues to my
expenditure would carry me along for 4 We
days, by the end oil which peri d [ look ed
for something to turn up from the work
ing OF my scheme.
My board wasn't due till the end of the
we K, and as to my washerwoman, the
dear creature could wait. [ knew she
cod,1, becau-e she often had. The item
Of3 C5nts marked CONTINGENCIES" | re-
served for the purchase of small Dor.
ton OF "Rough on Rats with which to
end my unhappy existence on the sixth
day in the event OF a failure OF NV plans,
On my way down town / made the sew
eraI purchase as above Jabulated. DOM
ing nv tie and eyeglasses in the shop and
rushed trantcally TO find Jenkins. | met
him coming outof the Blizzard office Look
ing very sleepy. He had been at work all
night writing up an interview which he
proposed to have the following afternoon
with the Hon Doodle hummer, candidate
for Governor.
Jenkins didn't see me till | called to
him. Then he turned suddenly, and
Catching glimpse of my scarlet
tie, he became ashy pale and clutched
my arm.
''Gracious Heavenv' he cried. SCOT
'em againI Simpson, it YOU love me, call
hanson and get me nome"
"Why Jenkins, Old man. what's the
matterT' L asked, placing my hand upon
mis- shoulder.
''Ah, my friend, you little know, you
the last. Last time it was yellow cats
Butnow it's come to red snakes and that's
the last stage. Get me home"
l hastily explained to him that my
habsrdashery and not his james-jams was
the cause of his excitement, at which
explanation he WAS so relieved that he
became wide awake In moment, and
having repaired to a neighboring restau-
rant, where one each part0ok OF an olive
and q tootnpick, carefully unfOitled to
bin my plans. AS pictured to him the
glorious results likely to follow, and
assured him that my chIefest pride would
be to scatter my wealth and repu alton
among my friends, saw the color mount
to his temples and the light of expecta-
ton come into his hungry eyes. He
promised me his hearty cooperation to
the extent OF his powers. His influence
in the editorial columns OF the Daily Biz
zard was extremely limited, 1t is true,
but he did the local criminal racket as
we'll as the base ball news, and ne was
confident he could get in an item about
me. now and again, in one or other OF these
departments,
"Simpson," be cried delightedly,
you've got corner on the nurse this
time or Pm galoOt. Give her stiff
upper cut with your right, my boy, and
you'll have her in chsncery and can
knock the stufin' out of her at your
leisure.o
There was in jenkins imagery mix
ture OF the stock market and the priz 2
ring, which filled me with admiration.
Having told Jenkins that l should adopt
Ernest Carlton as a m-de-plume ana
arranged all details, we separated--Jen-
kins to yet little needed sleep and | to
find Marlowe. He wasn't at the office OF
LuS uduu u hOliCu baht
/ would wait, and as l took a chair | OBJ
served that the clerk told the office boy
tn keep au eye on me. He had evidently
seen my pecktie and took me for a desper-
ate character. Presently Marlowe came
in and | took him apart to let MIN
into my little secret, he was
no less enthusiastic than Jenkins. 70 be
sure he hadn't as yet advanced very nigh
on the ladder OF editorial distinction, but
he would have lots of chances to aid me
even as reporter.
He wrote up divorce cases and obitu
airy notices, and was quite sure he could
introduce me as a permane topic into
one OF these. He would, in fact, begin
at once, and we parted full Of lire OF
hope.
That afternoon when | picked up the
last edition of the Vortex | read this
item, dovetalled between two obituary
notices:
1--WE are in position to state that the
report that Ernest Carlton, the we'll
known poet, poisoned his grandmother
in 1879 Is absolutely without i0unda-
tion."
| fairly Rugged myself with glee.
MarlOwe was true to his word. i had
made a start. The wheels began TO turn
PublIcity-blessed publicity!
l double locked my bedroom door,
rumpled my hair, SELF I'd q pencil, and on
the back Of a soiied cuff began to write a
poem. agonized over 1t, altered and
substituted and erased, 50 fearful was
that might get a word in that somebody
could understand. and thus spoil all.
When mad finished to my satisfaction l
laid the cuff carefully away. Should
send it to some periodical. No, mt vet,
the time was not ripe. ! must bide and
work and be patient. That evening l
planned and plotted, and when retired
for the niYht was soon swept away into
q roseate land OF dreams, wherein saw
myself In the guise of an olive-crowned
"Virgil" leading an awestruck Dante
through the internal meads- l awokc
early In the morning with start aud
certain sense OF disappointment: that the
daylight wasn't rose cO.or. Nv land
lady handed me copy OF the Blizzard
AZ breakfast, and | eagerly scanned
the base ball column. At Its very foot
read:
sour usually accurate contemporary,
the Evening Vortex, In lite issue o. yester-
day makes the positive assertion that the
eminent poet, Mr.. Ernest Carlton, did
not kill his grandmother. We are not pre-.
pared TO prove that be did, and indeed